Disconnect me from the living...

It isn't thought of as this huge, momentous thing. It's like you were overcharged on your insurance, but there's nothing you can do but pay it.

I got fucked on my life's estimate... how do you pay the Reaper? Do you pay him with your life, or do you blow him off with the winds of change? Is anything really possible?

I get more and more isolated, because I see the people around me, and I feel like I've put myself too high. Their dreams and aspirations are so stupid, so basic... like they don't understand anything about life. Their opinions, or what I gather from them, are narrowminded, short and aimed at their own small, selfish desires. It's as if nobody I see knows what it means to give something, because in that act, they only see their own gratification, be it in self-righteousness, or the pride and condescension contained therein.

All of the pure, natural virtues are dead in this age. It's all about what you get out of it. The people I see sicken me to the point of complete disregard. And that feeling is what made me realize that I've always acted in disregard for my own life.

But there are costs. There are fees to selfishness... and some aren't so easily paid.